Bill's not a monster, God bless him. But the style of listeing to him today bears telling as it is somewhat stylish. After sleeping on the Red Herring last night, I noticed the low tide last night was incredibly low. And the moon is fulling. As you know, the moon effects tremendous gravitational (or force of attraction) pull on the oceans. This was so noticeable last night I was tremendously impressed by that fact and also the fact that there was no kind of electrical element to the water's algae. I forget the scientific term for it, bioluminosity, I think it is, where the algae begins to glow electrically when you paddle or touch it. That never happened at all last night. Perhaps this phenomenon repels (opposite 'gravitational' force to attraction) the numerous jellyfish that this year's flooding brought. Certainly there seems to be something mysterious about this sometime bioluminosity and how the jellyfish come and go.
The Chinese have not completely stripped the south Pacific of fishies although I'm sure they will try to. They certainly are out there stripping the ocean's fish and the only challenges they're getting is from the United States.
So what was unique today, being so lazy, somehow I managed to get out of bed, kayak back to shore, padlock the red kayak. Head into the local sailing club where I'm now a member and have member's rights. Try not to disturb the middle aged ladies in their art class as I beeline to the men's restroom to shower and brush my teeth. Such a beautiful suburb, this Avalon, really special.
Then I headed up to the ute parked about a hundred steps away from the showers, grabbed my charged up labtop computer which i recently bought second hand as its predecessor was probably hacked and ruined (I need to buy a copy of Windows 7 operating system). And did the unthinkable: walk five minutes instead of drive. Da da da! Insert dramatic music. Finding myself sitting opposite one of the bus stops I service on the rare routes I drive through here in the bus, in a cafe. $5 for a measly looking iced coffee. I first encountered ice cubes in coffee with my old spanish girlfriend, Elsa, a half Swiss girl (kind of like the Disney cartoon but I was the cold one).
Now I'm trying to challenge myself to complete the relevant paperwork to get my brother's medical case history (he that I nickname Joseph Stalin). You can imagine if Joseph Stalin in the next life required extensive psychiatric help, in the same way, my brother's case history will make for interesting reading for me. Judging by the amount of unused medication he left behind and the stories he told me, and knowing what an absolute sadistic psycho he was, and how he used to go on yearly jaunts to 'schoolies' to hang out with the 18 year old graduating high school kids partying in Queensland, even when he was like 30 years old and hanging out with them alone! Sounds like fun but I hope there aren't any carcasses buried somewhere of folks he hopefully hasn't murdered as he seemed like the serial killer type.
I will be looking forward to reading his case history when I get it, that's for sure. It coincides with costing estimations I'm doing for our sister, Trish, in Spain, for a portion of his (Stalin's - just a nickname, not his actual real name) estate. According to the Koran I think she's entitled to a sixth of his estate as he never married or had kids. So I would definitely give her that and maybe even double it, the extra being not really as a measure of his Estate but as an extension of our mother's estate. Since the koran says that giving money is for family members (and the needy). Wouldn't want to upset the absolute crap out of God or anything y'all. Probably gonna pay to be God fearing and all.
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